I don't talk a lot here about diabetes because it's really not a huge issue in my life, except when I have a "drink your juice, Shelby" moment like I did this morning. Which is why all I'm good for today are a few Steel Magnolia references, lots of forgetting what I was going to say, and maybe some sleeping. Pink is still my signature color, Jackson still sounds like good people to me, and I saw Drum Eatenton at the Piggly Wiggly this morning and smiled at the son of a bitch before I could help myself.
Truvy: "Well, these thighs haven't gone out of the house without Lycra on them since I was 14."
Clairee: "You were brought up right."
Yes, you were.